---Lynda Schoonover <schoony_98> wrote: > > > > note: forwarded msg attached. > > > _________________________________________________________ > DO YOU YAHOO!? > Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com > > ATTACHMENT part 2 message/rfc822 > > > > -----Original Message----- > From: DOgren <DOgren> > [SMTP:DOgren] <[SMTP:DOgren]> > Sent: Wednesday, March 10, 1999 6:12 PM > To: ewheat; <ewheat;> > allen.janelle.us; <allen.janelle.us;> > tangedahl; <tangedahl;> BARBAINE; > <BARBAINE;> Whelan, Beth E; JCross1; > <JCross1;> ctk;
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<MaJeRob;> > Paula.McGahan; <Paula.McGahan;> > roflores; <roflores;> email@example.com > <firstname.lastname@example.org> > Subject: A lovely story > > > > UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE > > > >I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently > completed my > >college degree. > > > >The last class I had to take was Sociology. > > > >The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I > wish every > >human being had been graced with. > > > >Her last project of the term was called "Smile." > > > >The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and > document their > >reaction. > > > >I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and > say, hello > >anyway.....so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake > literally. > > > >Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest > son, and I, > >went out to McDonalds, one crisp March morning. > > > >It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. > > > >We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a > sudden > >everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband > did. > > > >I did not move an inch...an overwhelming feeling of panic > welled up inside > >of me as I turned to see why they had moved. > > > >As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirt body" smell...and > there > >standing behind me were two poor homeless men. > > > >As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was > "smiling." > > > >His beautiful sky-blue eyes were full of God's Light as he > searched for > >acceptance. > > > >He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been > clutching. > > > >The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his > friend. > > > >I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the > blue-eyed > >gentleman was his salvation. > > > >I held my tears....as I stood there with them. > > > >The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. > > > >He said, "Coffee is all, Miss" because that was all they could > afford. > > > >To be allowed to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to > buy > >something...they just wanted to be warm. > > > >Then I really felt it...the compulsion was so great I almost > reached out > >and embraced the > >little man with the blue eyes. > > > >That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on > me...judging > >my every action. > > > >I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me > two more > >breakfast meals on a > >separate tray. > > > >I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had > chosen as a > >resting spot. > > > >I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed > gentleman's > >cold hand. > > > >He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank > you." > > > >I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do > this for > >you...God is here working through me to give you hope." > > > > I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. > > > >When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why > God gave you > >to me, honey....to give me hope." > > > >We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only > because of > >the Grace that we had been given that we were able to give. > > > >We are not church goers but we are believers. > > > >That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. > > > > I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this > story in > hand. > > > >I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it....then she > looked up > >at me and said, "Can I share this?" > > > >I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She > began to read > >and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part > of God, > >share this need to heal people and be healed. > > > >In my own way I had touched the people at McDonalds, my > husband, son, > >instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the > last night I > >spent as a college student. > > > >I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever > learn.... > > > >UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. LOVE PEOPLE AND USE > >THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE. > > > >Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who > reads this. > > > >If this story has touched you in any way, please pass it along. > God bless, > >keep and enlighten you...it is in the giving, that we receive! > > >
4.I, as an effective teacher, will listen, listen and listen some more.
Another goal I chose this year.
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